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The Day The Nazi Died (1993 Mix) Chumbawamba The Day The Nazi Died (1993 Mix) They're here and they're there and they're everywhere (Repeat) We're taught that after the war the Nazis vanished without a trace But batallions of fascists still On The Day The Nazi Died Chumbawamba We're told that after the war The Nazis vanished without a trace But the Italians are facist Still dream of a master race The history books they tell Of their defeat at '45 But they all came out of the Younger Moralists Chumbawamba Younger Moralists Here in the comfort of a favorite chair Or smugly from the tap room at the Whitehorse I can prove mathematically Just when and when not to take up arms When to fight and when Farewell to the Crown Chumbawamba Poacher come with his poacher's gun Out in the woods to shoot someone "My lord your time has come" Right between the eyes! One By One (Acoustic Version) Chumbawamba Lords Whose side are you on? Remembrance Day Chumbawamba Remembrance Day The white male complex shows its roots Chanting seig heils, throwing salutes From it's tiny brain to its outsize boots In 100% British sheepskin suits All the fascists gathered Jacobs Ladder Chumbawamba Jacob's ladder Like rusty old nails At the bottom of the sea Telling no tales For the good of the Admiralty You jump when you're told to Through the open door And the King of Norway He's the Graham Hill Chumbawamba Graham Hill For twenty years Graham Hill Risking life and limb Drove the circuits of the world And they said it would kill him "Going so fast is a fine way to win But one crash could make a mockery The Wasteland Chumbawamba The Wasteland Said the party to the ad-man We'll conjure up a gimmick The way to lead an ass Is with a carrot and a stick Dig down for minorities Promise them concessions Ride in on their backs Just Us Mix Chumbawamba state, its Tory psycopaths and labour apologists are coming clean The bullies and the cowards are ganging up on us (There ain't no justice, just us) The carrots been ditched, the stick works best On the Beach Chumbawamba On the Beach 54 inch around the chest Stitching ripping on his vest Biceps, triceps, ready to flex A gold medallion around his neck He looks more like the Michelin Man He's trapped inside a multi-gym Not Sport Chumbawamba Not Sport Birds strung on barbed wire hanging in the sun Grouse moors trampled to the crack of guns Greyhounds snapping at a hare on the run Corpse of a fox when the day is done It's killing for House Plants Chumbawamba House Plants But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the telly Every day We give our heroes license to kill in reality Just like on TV And we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets Ever Heard the One About the Pacemaker? Chumbawamba Ever Heard the One About the Pacemaker? Lying In The Dirt Chumbawamba Lying In The Dirt Chapt. One Under Par Chumbawamba One Under Par Away from work finding peace With a swing on the seventeenth lined with trees You're out playing golf for the day Hoping that with a bit of luck Someone will study a chemistry book Home With Me Chumbawamba Your world, my world (Repeats) San Christobal on New Year's Day Sunny beach, L.A. Armchair Sport Chumbawamba Armchair Sport When Grandstand's finished, and Sport On Two And there's nothing much left to do Too lazy to leave the armchair Can only manage to plug in the computer And pretend that this is Liberation Chumbawamba Liberation There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat Never that cycle incomplete Never enough to tip the scales Too many people rotting in jails Or bloodied on the battlefields The The Morning After (The Night Before) Chumbawamba The Morning After (The Night Before) Unholy Sunday a winter's day Mine is the kingdom Church bells ring a million miles away Forever and ever Nowhere to go, nothing to do But stay here warm in How To Get Your Band On Television Chumbawamba How To Get Your Band On Television I'm the Boss of the company And I've got hunger working for me Listen and you'll begin to understand I built my profits on stolen land It's the economics of Insectkind Chumbawamba Insectkind Chapter seven There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home Insects are material, they're not inferior Insects are material, they're not inferior What do we want? Drip Drip Drip (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba Drip Drip Drip (Country & Western Version) Eat, sleep, and crap For to prey on your needs Down a dark street Backwater Leeds I seen yer comin' Come in, lads! You seen the ad? Here's The Rest Of Your Life Chumbawamba , every day When every action, every thought Will tell the world how you cast your vote They break our legs And we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches Tired of mild reform Sick of hand-me-downs Enough Is Enough (Kick It Over) Chumbawamba fascist man a gunshot Enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot You know Vienna, under heavy manners What's going on? Poverty Knock Chumbawamba Poverty Knock (Chorus) 'Poverty poverty knock,' my loom is a saying all day Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock I know I can guttle Stitch That! Chumbawamba Note on Stitch That! Sometimes Plunder Chumbawamba Sometimes Plunder Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot The fridge was bare, the dog was bones Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman Flesh and Blood and Feelings Chumbawamba It's the myth that men are big, that includes us lads The myth that we've got a rocket down our pants When I was ten years old I was bought and sold On films, TV, books, and comics pushing myths about Tiananmen Square Chumbawamba Tiananmen Square Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy To hail the people's victory! Which people? What victory?